The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order Chapter 2543 The Dark Blood King's scheme

The recent years were sheer agony for the Dark Blood King.

Endless worry seized his thoughts, tormenting him around the clock. Even after deploying massive forces—billions of troops combing through every corner of the Ninth Realm with unyielding zeal—they achieved nothing.

Utterly.

No other fragment of the Sacred Treasure turned up.

Besides the initial piece they claimed, the Dark Blood Kingdom obtained zilch.

Initially, the Dark Blood King was prepared to concede that maybe a couple of fragments had evaded capture. After all, those pieces looked like mere junk from shattered armor at first sight.

But this?

Zero discoveries?

That pointed to just one conclusion.

Another party had seized them.

Suspicion instantly targeted the Eternal Soul Kingdom from the Eighth Realm. Their spies had already infiltrated his territory, marking them as prime suspects.

In the worst case, they had smuggled the fragment beyond the Ninth Realm.

Of course, the Dark Blood King sought to verify his doubts. He contacted the king-level expert he had sent to the Eighth Realm earlier, pressing for responses. But regardless

of orders given or menaces uttered, only quiet greeted him.

Quiet from a single individual.

The Scarlet King.

That quiet stung like a direct insult.

The affront fueled a murderous rage inside him, prompting thoughts more than once of obliterating the Ocean of the Blood Sun and slaying the three Royal Guards Cain stationed there. Yet logic held firm.

Rather, the Dark Blood King imposed tight watch on them and turned to another intel stream.

His informants.

Though he couldn't dispatch high-level experts to the Eighth Realm anymore, links persisted with numerous lesser fighters there. Alpha Omega Overgods of the Eighth Realm would scorn the Dark Blood Kingdom, but Blutlinie ArchDeities were another story.

For those, incentives from a Realm Ruler—even the lowliest—could reshape their fates, pushing past boundaries and upgrading their bloodlines.

Their reports offered scant details.

Yet sufficient.

Neither Shakra nor the Nirvana Crown Prince wielded the Sacred Treasure fragments that belonged to the Ninth Realm.

This discovery rattled the Dark Blood King further.

If neither the Eternal Soul Kingdom nor the Immortal Nirvana Kingdom held the fragments...

Who then?

The enigma grew thicker.

Then—

Rumors started circulating.

A fresh powerhouse appeared in the Eighth Realm.

The Red King.

It took little time for the Dark Blood King to connect the Red

King with the Scarlet King as identical.

What shook him deeply wasn't the title—

But the strength it represented.

The accounts defied belief.

The Scarlet King had killed a king-level figure from the Eternal

Soul Kingdom.

He breached the Immortal Nirvana Stronghold.

He stalemated the Nirvana Crown Prince—a powerhouse matching his caliber.

Right then, the Dark Blood King comprehended.

The quiet.

Cain hadn't disregarded him from terror.

He had simply surpassed him.

The truth pierced his ego like a dagger.

Afterward, intel dried up. Chaos engulfed the Eighth Realm as the Eternal Soul Kingdom unleashed a huge assault on the Nirvana Stronghold—a battle spanning

months.

When updates finally came...

They chilled him to the core.

The Scarlet King had collected the leftover fragments

of the Sacred Treasure from the Ninth Realm.

Not just that—

He seized the fragments from the Nirvana Crown Prince and

the Eternal Soul King.

And then—

He confronted the entire force of the Eighth Realm.

Solitary.

Over a dozen Alpha Omega Overgods fell.

Including—

The Eternal Soul King.

Hearing this, the Dark Blood King rejected it outright.

He viewed himself as a heavenly genius. A prodigy rare in billions of years. The top expert of the Ninth Realm.

Yet—

A youth born from blood ocean scarcely twenty years prior now eclipsed his might.

Unthinkable.

Impossible.

And still—

All spies recounted the identical tale.

Reality couldn't be refuted.

The fact weighed heavily on his heart.

And what came next—

Was terror.

All-consuming. Suffocating terror.

The Scarlet King had assembled all fragments of the Sacred Armor—

Save one.

The gauntlet.

The exact piece the Dark Blood King now held.

No way Cain overlooked it.

And now—

As the continent quaked and fractured beneath a searing white plasma ray—

All dreads materialized.

The Dark Blood King lifted his gaze gradually.

He sensed it.

That aura.

Majestic.

Tyrannical.

Enveloped in crushing might.

The Scarlet King had arrived.

Venomous jealousy welled up inside him, gnawing at his mind.

That armor...

It ought to have been his.

Destined as his weapon—his road to subjugating the Eighth

and Seventh Realms.

But now—

It had all escaped his grasp.

"Why...?" His fists balled fiercely. "Why didn't I kill him when I had

the chance!?"

That query had plagued him for months.

Reverberating through his thoughts.

Shattering his slumber.

And now, with the Scarlet King bearing down on his realm—

It thundered more fiercely than before.

Regret proved pointless. No time existed for it.

The Dark Blood King's eyes narrowed keenly as a light trail ripped

through the heavens—a fiery comet hurtling directly at the Dark

Blood Kingdom.

Too swift.

So swift even he struggled to follow its path.

His heart pounded faster, but amid the surging dread, another sensation

arose.

Cold resolve.

If conflict could not be avoided—

He would meet it squarely.

The Dark Blood King vanished from his throne room without delay,

reappearing instants later in the heart of his kingdom's main square.

There—

Three figures lay in chains.